Vampire: Poppy's Dessert

Chapter 1



The streets in the old town of Zurich are narrow and clean, lined with ostentatious boutiques, coffee houses, restaurants... The window glass of the antique shop is as transparent as if it does not exist, and the old and bright colors of the antiques in the shop drag people's sight.


Chu Yan stopped wearily, looking for traces of the ancient alley 500 years ago.


She had already walked around five times, and the thick soles of her black lace-up riding boots seemed to be smoking.The antique shop is very strange, and the coffee shop is on the left, so strange that it cannot be more strange.


Grandma said that she must find the location of the ancient house, but how to find it?It has been 500 years.


In addition to memories and scars that can be preserved for 500 years without being eroded by wind, what else will be dusty and intact?


She was looking for an old map in the library last night. She kept comparing and searching. It should be this street. As for the old house, she didn't have the slightest clue. If she was looking for the approximate location, it should be here.


This is a city with a history of 2000 years. The old urban areas on both sides of the Limad River still maintain a medieval atmosphere. The steeple-style churches are well preserved, but the former private houses have not survived.


Chuyan pushed open the door of the coffee shop on the left, her slender figure was reflected on the door glass, and the long hair hanging down her back was messy like water plants. She has maintained this appearance for 200 years. Since she became an adult, she has never changed.


The waiter caught the windbreaker she had taken off, took her thin suitcase by the way, and took her to a place by the window.


Bach's "Gothenburg Variations" is full of memories in the dark brown tone of the coffee shop. The round blue and white porcelain vase on the bar counter contains a large bunch of lavender lavender.


Chuyan ordered juice and dessert, and returned the menu to the waiter.The attentive waiter saw the blue poppy on the left side of her neck under the earlobe, "Miss's tattoo is beautiful."


Chu Yan raised the corners of his lips stiffly, "Thank you."


Yes, it is indeed beautiful, she also thought so when she was young, but it is this poppy that has made her live a life of wandering for 500 years.


She cleverly pulled her long hair to cover the tattoo, and handed over a tip to the waiter.


The waiter smiled awkwardly, "I'm sorry, maybe I made a mistake." He didn't accept the tip, and turned to the bar.


As time passed, Chuyan remembered that when she first came to Zurich, the waiters here were not so elegant, polite, and considerate.


500 years ago... Chuyan was only five years old.


Grandpa's surname was Leng and his name was Yindong. At that time, the Ming Dynasty was a mysterious king with a different surname, with nearly a thousand servants and guards. They respectfully called him—the king.


His wealth has been accumulated for many years, and he can buy the entire Ming Dynasty, as well as a huge fleet that can travel across the ocean.


Grandpa looks only in his 40s, his hair is always combed straight and meticulous, his handsome face is cold and serious.


It was only after many years that she realized that her grandfather couldn't even count how old she was, and her demeanor was elegant and dignified, and her awe-inspiring majesty implied a vicissitudes of charm.


(End of this chapter)